92 THE SILVER FOX 



Susan leaned back in her chair with folded 

 arms. They were white arms, and had that 

 composure about them that belongs to arms 

 accustomed from their infancy to emerge 

 from the latest variety of sleeve. 



" Hughie says that we're bound to go to 

 this show to-night, and he's thanking his 

 stars he's out of it, the little beast ! " she 

 remarked presently. *' What sort of thing 

 will they do, Slaney ? You know all about 

 'em, I suppose. I never went to a parochial 

 hall in my life. Will they sing the Dox- 

 ology ? I never can remember exactly what 

 the Doxology is. Oh, I say, Bunny, shall 

 you ever forget that night we dined with 

 old Lady Pemberton, when she wanted her 

 pet Bishop to say grace, and she leaned 

 over and told him in her awful solemn old 

 way to say * God save the Queen ' ! " Lady 

 Susan laughed her loud short laugh, and 

 looked across the round table at Major 

 Bunbury. 



Glasgow, sitting beside her, caught at 

 that passing flash of her glance that was 



